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    • Sorry for the long delay in responding, everyone! I was moving to Florida! I'm here now, and I want to thank you again for your feedback and kind words! Here is the next chapter for ya! Chapter 4 The two hour movie ended, and still nothing back from Megan. Jacob argued with himself that perhaps it was taking Megan a while to read each story, and if she was giving feedback, she may have been taking extra time to write her thoughts down on paper. Even though he hated it when people told him to hurry up, Jacob grew ever more impatient, which was unusual for him, since he normally wasn't the type to get that way. Maybe it was the anticipation and the excitement that was getting to him. Finding himself becoming more and more hungry, Jacob decided that cooking would most likely help him take his mind off of his impatience. He knew how time tended to work; whenever he really wanted something to happen soon, it'd take its sweet time happening. Whenever he wanted time to slow down so he could savor a day off, or a date, or when writing, everything seemed to speed up, silently mocking his attempts to control what no human had ever done before. He opted for some breakfast food for an early dinner, because why not? It wasn't like the day's events had been all that sane to begin with. Cooking didn't actually help Jacob's situation any, as he found himself constantly running to his computer to check for Megan's response, despite the risk of burning his food. Nothing new came in, and Jacob even went so far as to eat his toast, omelet, and bacon at his computer desk, browsing the internet and again refreshing the ABDreamLand page every now and then. Still nothing. When finished with his food, Jacob cleaned up his dirty dishes, letting out a discouraging sigh as he scrubbed his griddle and plate. Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster. Stop thinking about it and it'll happen faster... he kept thinking to himself. As he dried and put the last of his dishes away, Jacob swore he saw something on his computer monitor from the corner of his eye. When he got closer, lo and behold was a response back from Megan! Jacob frantically dried his hands, running back to his desk with a little, “yes!” escaping his lips. He clicked the Open button and was greeted with Megan's reply:   Hey there, Jacob! So I got to read your stories, and honestly, I can see the potential for some really great work! However, I think I see what the issue is: it seems like you haven't really experienced a whole lot in the ABDL department, and while your imagination is there, it still needs some developing. I hope that doesn't upset you too much, but that being said, I came up with an idea as close to perfect as possible for you. Just make sure you do the following in the exact order: Read the Terms & Conditions provided in the link below, thoroughly. I'm not saying this is a requirement, but I think it'll probably make things a little easier for you to understand. That, and it'll make me less frustrated with you if you start asking questions later. Once you've clicked that you Accept the terms, you'll be given a link to a website. This is set to expire 30 minutes from the moment it's given to you, so the clock is ticking! There will be a sound file on the link. I want you to press Play, closer your eyes, and take some deep breaths as you listen to it. If you're distracted, it may not work as intended, and then that'll just mean more work for the two of us. Have fun! I can promise you that no physical harm will come to you. What you experience will feel very real, even if they start getting a little dangerous at times. But I'll make sure you're not in any actual danger. I am NOT responsible for any potential mental effects said solution has on you, and I do have a right to reverse it at any time if I feel you're not fit. There shouldn't be any issues, however, since you're a writer and you can appreciate the strange. You'll be hearing from me soon! And for the love of all things holy, PLEASE read the Terms & Conditions. Don't skim through them, even if there is a lot of information within. I'll be seeing you soon, I'm sure! -Megan Who Loves Turkey Club Sandwiches with Avocado   Sure enough, below Megan's signature line was a hyperlink that simply said, “Click Here, Jacob!” When Jacob hovered his mouse over the link, no preview was available. He told himself it must've been some kind of magic on Megan's part, and Jacob grinned, giddy from finally getting a response. Holding his breath, Jacob clicked the link, which opened a new tab in his browser. Just as Megan's response indicated, a very, very long page of terms and conditions loaded, with clear instructions to read them in their entirety before continuing. One would think that Jacob would heed the witch's warning, that he'd take the instructions seriously and accept the help with caution. But no, Jacob did what most people do: he scrolled down to the very bottom of the page, only skimming a few things along the way; something about Megan being his guide and Jacob experiencing his stories on a whole new level, no harm would come to him, so on and so forth. Even after reading so many stories about genies granting poorly worded wishes, and making deals with some seedy magic users, Jacob threw caution to the wind. Besides, there was a recap of some of the main points at the bottom of the page, just above the “I Agree” check box that he'd need to click before continuing:   REMEMBER THE BASICS:   This spell is intended to give you the ultimate edge in your writing capabilities. The sand witch will be alongside you in some way, shape, or fashion. Remember that! Time is irrelevant in your worlds; that is, the passage of time there does not affect the passage of time here. What happens there, stays there. The joys, comforts, sorrows, intimacies, dangers, conflicts, etc., while very real there, shall not carry over to here. If you become too overwhelmed, you must say, “Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado” three times. Alternatively, if it appears you're at risk of becoming mentally harmed, you will be removed from there with little notice given. Have fun! Make sure you truly are ready to do this before continuing!   “Turkey Club Sandwiches With Avocado? Really?” Jacob chuckled, rolling his eyes. He wondered why Megan hadn't just given him the abridged version, seeing how most of what he needed was right there. By the sounds of it, he was being taken somewhere; perhaps to a secret destination unbeknownst to society? Maybe inside of Jacob's own imagination or subconscious again? Taking no time, Jacob anxiously checked the “I Agree” box, then clicked Submit. He was brought to another page, this one containing a sound file that could only be played in the browser. The instructions read: When ready, click the Play button, close your eyes, and keep them closed! This file will not be playable after 30 minutes from being opened, and this link will also expire in that time! His yearning too much to handle, Jacob put his headphones in, clicked the Play button, and closed his eyes. About five seconds later, a soft melody could be heard, almost like a flute, complemented by some drums and quiet horns. The music steadily grew louder, and soon, voices whispered in both of Jacob's ears. He wanted to open his eyes, but...couldn't? Why couldn't he open them? The whispers grew a little louder, until one of them became Megan's voice, speaking in a language Jacob had never heard before, repeating what it was saying over and over again. Despite having his eyes closed, Jacob could see a bright purple aura in his field of vision, with whom he knew to be Megan in the distance. Megan grew closer and closer, her hand out towards Jacob. “Take my hand, Jacob, and we can begin.” Megan said with a smile. Jacob reached his hand out, and as soon as it took hold of Megan's, the two were engulfed in a warm, purple, silent explosion, the music and chanting subsiding. Then, a bright light, followed by a deafening rush of wind that made Jacob's clothing flap loudly. He clenched Megan's hand, wondering what the hell he'd just gotten himself into. Soon, the bright light faded, and Jacob felt Megan's hand escape his grasp. Then, everything went dark for a moment. Before his surroundings came into focus, Jacob heard the sound of gentle creaking, as the faint smell of what he recognized to be the ocean tickled his nose. Opening his eyes, Jacob found himself on his side, on what appeared to be a bed. He didn't feel tired or out of it, so to speak, but he was a bit disoriented from what had just happened. Looking down at his body, Jacob then saw that he was in full pirate garb, pants, belt, black leather boots, brown coat, red bandanna and all. “What the...” he mumbled to himself, sitting up. The room, which seemed to be lit only by lanterns, had a desk with various maps, a globe, and other trinkets strewn across it. No...it couldn't be! Was he...? “Captain,” Jacob heard a voice call out before the door opened slowly, revealing a pirate, “the storm's coming! We should be close to The Island of Forbidden Wonder, but it may be difficult to get there!” “U-um,” Jacob stammered, before standing up, “what?” “Aye, too much rum last night, Captain Meechum?” the pirate chuckled. The Island of Forbidden Wonder? Meechum? It was true! Jacob was in his story! No wonder it seemed so familiar. And if he remembered correctly, the scene he was in was right about where they'd come into contact with the great siren, Leona! “Something like that. I'll be right up.” Jacob replied. The pirate stood in the doorway, staring blankly, as if waiting for Jacob to finish his sentence. No way had Megan not only transported him into his story, but had she really also required him to speak in full pirate speech? “Y'arghhh.” Jacob growled, to which the pirate responded with a similar cry before heading out of the captain's quarters. “What the hell...what is going on. This is so...amazing!” Jacob said to himself, inspecting the room and all of its contents. He figured it'd just have been an illusion, but when he picked up the various scrolls and maps, and even what he no doubt knew was Meechum's sword and pistol, it all felt very real. The room itself even moved back and forth ever slowly, giving the authentic feeling of being at sea. Megan had really done it! This was not what Jacob was expecting at all. Although, the more he thought about it, Megan had in fact told him he'd get an experience unlike any other. But...where was Megan? Hadn't she told him that she'd be around to guide him? Perhaps she was disguised as one of the crew. Suddenly, a loud rumble of thunder shook Jacob's surroundings, followed by a loud crash of a wave slamming against the ship. Jacob lost his balance, grunting before carefully making his way to the door, opening it slowly. Sure enough, the clouds were black and threatening, and large raindrops punished the deck. His (or he guessed, Meechum's) crew shouted amongst themselves, scurrying to lower the sails and holding onto whatever they could to keep themselves from falling overboard. “Captain,” one of them shouted, “take the wheel! We need t'be makin' sure the boat don't tip!” Jacob had never steered a ship before! And yet, the scene felt so familiar to him, seeing as he had only written it just the day before. He knew what to do. Wobbling towards the wheel, Jacob climbed the wet, wooden stairs, trying his best not to fall over, before taking hold of the wheel, steering it to the right as hard as he could. Lightning lit up the dark sky, and the yelling of the crew was deafened by the roaring waves and thunder. “Oh, God...oh, God...” Jacob repeated to himself, as he saw in plain view, a large wave coming straight towards the ship. The boat soon found itself head on with said wave, riding up it before crashing hard on the other side. The cold, salty water rushed across the deck, with more crew members screaming, some laughing. Jacob, on the other hand, started swearing to himself, wondering if he'd end up overboard. He remembered that Megan had told him about no physical harm coming to him, but if everything felt so real, how would that be possible? He didn't know how to swim, meaning he'd drown in an instant! As lightning bolts struck the ocean, in the distance, Jacob saw what he'd written about in the story: The Island of Forbidden Wonder! Or at least, the outline of it! He knew what he had to say next to make the story progress...but he never finished anything beyond that. What would happen? “Look! There it be! The Island of Forbidden Wonder! We're close now, lads!” Jacob yelled. The crew cheered amid the thunder and merciless sea, knowing they'd soon reach the treasure that Jacob had written all about. He also knew, however, that he'd written the story with the intent to incorporate some type of ABDL theme into it, but what would that entail? Cursed treasure? Leona the siren casting an evil spell? This was where he'd drawn a blank the last time. What did he want to happen? As the ship drew ever closer to the mysterious island, a faint voice in the distance could be heard, singing a gentle tune that, despite the furious storm, could still be heard. While it wasn't a tune that Jacob had ever heard before, it definitely invoked feelings of innocence, of calm, of being carefree. In fact, the more Jacob heard it, the more it reminded him of a lull-a-bye; that was it! The scene that needed to happen, that was foreshadowed in the title of the story! The siren's lull-a-bye! “Captain! Steer clear! There be too many rocks further in! Ye will destroy the ship!” one of the crew warned. Jacob nodded, telling himself he needed to steer the ship away, and yet, the gentle singing filled his ears, and on a rock in the distance, he swore he could see who knew to be Leona, the great siren. He couldn't make her out entirely, but she did have an amber glow about her that enticed the eyes. As much as he wanted to take control of the wheel, Jacob stood there, mesmerized, his hands locked in place. “Such beauty...do you see it?” Jacob asked his crew. “See what?! We'll be dead if ye don't turn the wheel!” One of the waves behind the ship help push it along, even closer to the island and its chaotic rocks. The crew screamed even more, some even taking to try to pull Jacob's hands off the wheel, but to no avail. Something had them firmly in place. Meanwhile, Leona's humming grew louder in Jacob's ears, making him smile and shifting his desire from the island's treasure to the beauty that sat upon one of the rocks, seemingly unfazed by the storm. Jacob heard more yelling from his crew, and felt various hands shaking him, the storm still raging on. It wasn't long before he heard someone yell, “Abandon ship!” Looking over, Jacob watched his crew either dive overboard or get onto their small rowboats, while Jacob himself remained in place, hands still glued to the wheel. Closer and closer to the rocks, he grew. Moments later, Jacob's eyes widened as he heard the ship crash into one of them, throwing him forward and overboard, into the sea. Somehow, he'd missed one of the rocks himself, and as he fell, he could see Leona still singing, her amber glow present even as Jacob was submerged. The cold, salty sea water tasted and felt so very real, and soon panic set in, for Jacob knew he couldn't swim! Didn't Megan state that no harm would come to him? “H-help!” he cried, doing his best to keep afloat, praying that another massive wave wouldn't send the rest of the ship on top of him...or worse, send Jacob into another rock! Looking around, he found a rock and flailed towards it, covering little distance with his uncoordinated body movement. It was then that he saw Leona, sitting on said rock, her amber glow acting as a glimmer of hope in Jacob's current situation. Leona reached out her hand, her humming still continuing, as Jacob quickly took hold of it. Leona pulled him up, and as he got closer, Jacob couldn't believe his eyes once more: Leona was Megan! Sure, her wardrobe was different, but there was no doubt that the siren that rescued him was in fact, Megan. “Megan?!” Jacob cried. “Shhh,” she hushed, her voice heard clearly despite the storm, “another pirate in search of The Island of Forbidden Wonder's treasure, hmm? Did you not heed the warning of those who have previously attempted such a feat? All who set food on the island leave changed men.” “Wait, Megan! I didn't know this would happen!” Jacob explained. “Who is this Megan you speak of? You stand before the great siren, Leona!” “W-what? No! I didn't! I mean! I, um, I...” Jacob stammered and stuttered, flabbergasted by the situation. “I see someone's a little wound up from his little excursion! No matter, we'll get you out of those wet clothes and all relaxed before I decide what to do with you next, trespasser. Now,” Megan spoke, pulling Jacob closer to her, whispering, “sleep.” Suddenly, the singing resumed, sending Jacob into a very fast sleep. The storm calmed, the sea stopped raging, and Megan/Leona scooped Jacob into her arms with little effort, chuckling as she carefully stepped her way along the rocks, back to the island, humming the entire time. It was some time later that Jacob awoke, finding himself looking up at a ceiling made of stone. He looked around, noticing something soft that he was on. When he looked down, he was surprised to find that he was naked, immediately gasping and turning red. What had happened to his clothing? Had Megan, or Leona, or whoever the siren claimed to be, undressed him? “What the...” he whispered, trying to sit up. And yet, he couldn't. His hands and legs appeared to be tied down! Looking around some more, Jacob noticed that the floor, while made of stone, had plenty of soft rugs about it, and was decorated with various sea-related decorations; crabs, seashells, starfish, all pastel blue, or yellow, or green. Even more surprising was that Jacob swore he could smell the faint aroma of baby powder. Where was he? Suddenly, a door at the end of the room opened, and in walked Megan. She swayed her hips with each step, her seashell necklace jingling and glistening softly. “Look who's finally awake! I was just about to dress you, too!” “M-Megan? What is going on?” Jacob asked. “Why are my hands and legs tied down?” “That's Leona to you, my brave little pirate,” Megan chuckled, placing her finger on Jacob's lips, “and they're so you don't fall off.” “Fall off? Fall off of what? This is crazy!” “No, no,” Megan shook her head, “this is exactly what all who trespass on The Island of Forbidden Wonder get. You wish to wander off to places you shouldn't be going, taking what isn't yours, like a small, innocent child, and yet you act all tough and brave with your crew. Well, to Leona, you're just a little one who doesn't know any better, and who needs to be treated as such. So...fall off of what, you ask? Why, your changing table, of course!” “Changing table?! Megan, please. Jus-” With the snap of Megan's fingers, Jacob was cut off, a bright blue pacifier magically appearing in his mouth. Despite his efforts to spit it out, it was stuck, his slight mumbling coming from behind it. “Now,” Megan leaned in, “I'm going to put the big, bad pirate in his place, and if he behaves and calms down a bit, maybe I'll fill him in a little more on what's going on, even though he should know. Misbehave, however, and you may end up over my knee. Continue misbehaving, and I'll have no qualms about tossing you into the middle of the sea with the rest of your crew. Understand?” With a quiet whimper and wide eyes, Jacob nodded, fearing for his life. “Good,” Megan smiled, before whispering, “oh, and do try to enjoy yourself, would you?” Megan then winked before holding out her hand, a thick diaper, large bottle of baby powder, and a tub of larger than average baby wipes appearing out of thin air. Was she really going to diaper Jacob? Was this part of the deal? Why hadn't he read the terms and conditions like he was instructed? “Now...time for the new baby's first diaper!” Megan sang with a giggle.
    • I honestly feel really bad for George, moreso than Tommy. He's been treated unfairly, sure, but he really showed his butt (heh) by deliberately messing himself like that. Can't wait to see what Erin has in store for him. Dress-up, maybe?
    • I just finished the complete story b/c I couldn't wait, and it was so good! Thanks for another wonderful read. 🙂
    • Lisa squirmed and moaned as Sophia played with her love canal. come on baby say it say your just a little baby in baby talk about you will get a long deep kiss